Visions of Flame
Flames... the heat of the fire was every where. The brilliant inferno consumed the building, engulfing it with it's brilliant flames. All he saw was the fire, he could not even hear the screams of the other villagers. He could hear a voice calling to him from within the flames, he did not recognize it... yet it seemed so familiar. It urged him to go forward and enter the blaze. It called to him, again and again. It was so insistent that he began to walk, unsteadily, towards the nearest pillar of flames. Halfway there he was pulled back to reality by an icy hand grabbing his wrist and pulling him away from the flames.
Ryo awoke in a cold sweat, the dream was the same. It was always the same, it had haunted him ever since the night when that dream had been a reality. He had been in a trance that night, the fires had not frightened him at all and he had only heard that other worldly voice calling to him from the heart of the inferno. To this day he was unsure of what would have happened if Jana had not pulled him away from the blaze.
After a few minutes Ryo realized that Jana was not inside the shack. In fact on closer inspection he realized that she had never entered their makeshift home last night and was nowhere to be found. A cold feeling of dread washed over him as he realized that he was now truely alone.